"I thought you wanted to give him a slow and painful death," Yoongi said after a few moments of silence, Jimin continuously stabbing Jin's body, blood spurting everywhere and landing on his clothes and face. Jin was long dead but due to the adrenaline rush pumping through Jimin's veins, he kept stabbing and kicking the body while the smile on his face remained.

Jimin was suddenly taken over by rage. His hatred for Jin, which was hidden deep within his heart, was starting to resurface. He despised how Jin was so tall, so skinny and so good-looking. For the first time, he hated how someone much better than him existed. Well, used to. His words were full venom as he replied: "I changed my mind. I won't waste my time torturing this son of a bitch, he's already dead anyway. I have better things to do."

"Like what?"

"Killing more people. Completing our deal. You know, that kind of stuff."

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," The Devil said with a malicious grin as he watched Jimin stab Jin's face until it was mutilated and unrecognizable. His aura was turning into a deep black color and now it was official — Jimin was slowly turning into the embodiment of evil itself.

And Yoongi loved it.

"I am," Jimin finally stood up and rolled his strained shoulders, taking one last look at Jin's mutilated body before tearing open his shirt. He traced a circle on his left breast with the blade of his knife, trying to accurately figure out where his heart was located. "I love how there's so much blood, isn't it beautiful, like a work of art? Did I mention that red is my favorite color? Look at how his cold body is painted in red. So breathtaking."

A regular person should have been disturbed by these words, really, but instead Yoongi was pleased. He watches in silence as Jimin's knife cut through Jin's flesh, slashing, the blood spraying, Jimin smiling sadistically as the drops landed on him. "I see."

Jimin cackled once he made a flap on the skin, flipping it, his mouth opening in excitement when he saw the pulsating organs under the rib cage. Using the blunt edge of his knife, he started smashing the ribs, his knuckles bruising, until the bones slowly started to shatter. "Hey, Yoongi."

Yoongi tilted his head, smirking, revealing his pointed teeth. "Yes, Chim Chim?"

Jimin shoved his hand inside Jin's chest, his hand wiggling around the soft muscle before he pulled it out. The heart was still beating, fresh blood completely coating his arm, and he stood up as he walked towards Yoongi and showed him the organ. "Before I hand this over — can I kiss you again?"

"Are you insane?"

"Technically, yes."

Yoongi chuckled whilst Jimin batted his eyelashes at him, thick lips formed into a pout. The Devil was unsure of why he didn't decline Jimin's request, maybe he was amused by his courage, or maybe he just wanted to kiss the human. Clicking his tongue, he grabbed Jimin's arm and pulled him closer. "Come here, you bastard."

Thus, their lips collided and Jimin instantly responded, nearly dropping the heart, his free hand ruffling Yoongi's hair, blood staining his pink hair. Yoongi, on the other hand, lightly rubbed Jimin's crotch with his tail, the human moaning at the contact, almost sobbing when their tongues swished against one another.

Both stumbled, tripping on the edge of the sofa, becoming a mess of tangled limbs as Yoongi held Jimin's cheeks, his skin blistering ever so lightly at the contact.

Truthfully, the Devil was only doing to satisfy Jimin's thirst for his dead boyfriend, also to reward him for being such a good little boy. He took advantage of the human's insanity, of how he could no longer tell the difference between him and Yoongi, how he was completely wrapped around his finger.

Because Jimin was a flower, who withered at the touch of the Devil.

That's what he made himself believe.

"Whoops," Jimin pulled away when he dropped the heart, the blood staining the pink sofa. Instead of picking it up, he shrugged and held Yoongi's nape pulling him back into a kiss.

After a few minutes of making out intensely, loud knocks came from the front door. Yoongi was glad that he had used some dark magic to close it shut, as long as they were inside the door would never open.

"Jinnie-hyung! You haven't been answering my calls! Are you alright in there?"

"It's Namjoon," Jimin giggled, cupping the heart with both hands sloppily and his whole body was almost dyed in the red color. "Aw, it's starting to die out."

Yoongi snatched the heart upon hearing Jimin's statement, licking his lips at the excitement, placing the organ in his pocket before gently holding the human's small yet soft hand. "We have to go."

"Hunny? O-Open the door please."

Jimin tilted his head, blood caking strands of his hair, which swayed to the side as he moved. "Where?"

Yoongi trailed through the apartment while clutching tightly onto Jimin's hand, ignoring Namjoon's screams and banging, which faded as they swelled deeper into the area, leaving Jin's mutilated corpse behind. "Seokjin has a mirror?"

"In his room," Jimin's tone shifted drastically and now he was scoffing. Yoongi smirked at how his aura flashed a darker color of purple. "The asshole never stopped talking about himself, about how good-looking he was, that his slender body and chiseled face was deserving of an idol's. Now that I remember, he even slandered me a few times, calling me fat and short. Thinking back, it was fucking annoying."

Whilst Jimin ranted, Yoongi found Seokjin's bedroom through the bright pink door that screamed glitter and gay. He pushed it open, breaking down the door by accident, and was greeted by a long narrow mirror that touched both the ceiling and the floor. It was the first thing you'd see upon entering, which was enough to prove Jimin's claims.

"Stay behind me," Yoongi heard Jimin shuffle behind him, peeking from next to his shoulder.

Yoongi pressed his palm on the mirror, the mark on his hand glowing bright red. The surface of the mirror started to melt, the hot glass pooling under their feet, burning everything except them. Swirling black void took its place, and now the mirror was hollow — it was a pathway.

"Uhm, Yoongi," Jimin mumbled and shrieked when Yoongi stepped inside, his lower body disappearing through the thick smoke. "I don't think—"

"Relax, Chim Chim," Yoongi stuck out his hand, nails dark like raven feathers, hand white like snow. Jimin stared at it, having an internal battle with himself whether he should grab it or not. "I'm going to bring you to favorite hide out — the mirror realm."

Jimin tilted his head once more. "Mirror realm?"

Yoongi glanced behind Jimin when he heard the front door open. Ah, because the Devil was in the entrance to another realm, his magic was starting to fade. "It's where you summoned me. I'll explain when I show you. Come on, Chim Chim, before Namjoon sees. We'll be completing our deal there."

Jimin fell silent for a moment as footsteps stomped behind him, although it didn't occur to him at all that being caught drenched in Jin's blood was dangerous at all. Then, he released a fit of cackles, even clutching his stomach, and Yoongi could tell how this boy had completely gone mad.

"You're hilarious."

So, Yoongi smiled when Jimin grabbed his hand. And once Namjoon had phoned 911 after hysterically crying over Jin's dead body and scanning the apartment for the murderer, they were both gone.

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A/N - three chapters + epilogue left